Fort Worth's Jazz Café: an oh-so-good, eclectic dining experience

We decided to break away from our usual breakfast place this weekend and went to Jazz Café. I hadn’t been in years and forgot how good it was. This place is really popular for lunch, but you must try the breakfast if you haven't already.

I went with the S.O.B. eggs, which reminds me of migas (but better). The eggs are scrambled with tons of cheese and tortilla strips. The fresh cilantro, tomatoes and onions I sprinkled over the top gave it an extra kick. The S.O.B. comes with black beans, sour cream, fresh pico, and two flour tortillas. And I hear some of the ingredients come from the owner’s garden at home.

My husband got the ham and cheese omelet. His exact words: “I don’t say this often, but this was the best omelet I’ve ever had.” He liked the “soft” on the inside and “crispy” on the outside eggs, the big chunky and salty ham, and the generous portion of cheese. His plate came with homemade biscuits. Of course I stole one. It was very sweet and delicious like a honey biscuit. But I don’t think anything they’ve baked has ever been less than amazing (including their sandwich breads).

The unusual and eclectic décor somehow works as well. Just see for yourself. It’s BYOB, so if you feel like a bloody mary or a mimosa you’ve got to bring it. And no credit cards folks.

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Patio

A little bit of FW history: Nick Kithas (who owns Jazz Café) used to own Daddio’s in downtown Fort Worth in the 1970s. My dad said he liked to go there for lunch when he got his first job as a banker in the 70s. Dad said the sandwiches were memorable after all these years. Sounds like not much has changed, because his sandwiches are still amazing. Kithas has been perfecting his skill for a long time.

Before I was born, my parents would go there for drinks and live music in the evenings. My dad said they played jazz most nights, but his favorite was blue grass night.

P.S. The restaurant currently hosts live jazz musicians during the day but is no longer open in the evenings.

S.O.B. eggs

Ham and Cheese Omelet

View from my favorite seat in the house

Entrance

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